Out in the street, it was dark. Zane felt the wind blowing throughthe folds of his dress, and realized that in his present form hecouldn't possibly w...lk home. His thoughts were a blur, and he couldthink nothing, confronted with the raw impossibility of his situation. Zane started walking anyway. Occasional motorists slowed down tolook at this small child walking alone after dark, but none stopped. Zane came to Main Street, and as he was walking past the alley wherehe had met Amanda, he. Her, so obviously drunk, acting like a schoolgirl in love, so excited to be dancing with a good-looking, cool guy. His hands were all over her back and shoulders, sensuously massaging her, loosening up her inhibitions, while she, for her part, couldn’t take her hands off his muscular black shoulders. He kept making her laugh, and she would nestle her pretty face into his large chest, her eyes closed as they held each other tight. Although I couldn’t see all that clearly, since the dance floor. " I do what I see fit for your punishment. I do not take request" He snaps. " I don't feel like looking at you right now. Get your ass down and bend over." I do what I am told. He undo my bra and my nipples instantly gets hard from me being all excited. He fiddles with his pants and they hit the ground. He then shift and slides his dick inside me, I gasp for how thick he is. He slides one of his hands in my hair and pull my head back " The name is Denis, don't forget it bitch" He says as he. Get on your knees, bitch!Suddenly I had this change of attitude. The moment she got down, I grabbed her by her hair and stuck my erection inside her mouth. Then I started moving her head to fuck her deep throat.I was forcing her this blowjob, making tears come out of her eyes. Yet when I pulled her mouth out for a break, that bitch said, “Don’t stop.”“Stop!” said a male voice.It was coming from outside. When we looked up, an angry face was staring down at us from over the cubicle partition. He.